i sense a distance growing between us
as the waves of childish passion recede
we are still standing on the shore
it feels appropriate to move to the side
giving each other space
to grow. hurt. heal.
and the great things about waves
they always return
and we will still be standing
alone or together. in strength
Short, to the point. Perhaps poetic…perhaps…
Mostly for the Jesus part and less about the weeping.
See…not that interesting. Here the tears overshadow the man.
And no one is turning the page.
Jesus probably did a lot of things (assuming he did any at all)
But, “Jesus threw a blanket on the back of a donkey, got a boost from Thomas, hopped up, and rode off into the sunset” is far to mouthy. Even if he was weeping the entire time.
That’s how I would tell the story if I were a first century writer pretending to know him.
“Keep it vague”, I would say to myself, “let the reader decide why”. But I don’t know him.
And won’t pretend as such.
Just go (somewhere)
Turn left. Turn right. Doesn’t fit. But forget?????
… it isn’t a puzzle
Commitment is more than finding corners
_ and _
filling in the pieces
Forever doesn’t worry if everything is right
One day the picture will be complete
… despite it’s missing pieces
And I’ll be staring at your perfection
Depravity doesn’t come in half doses
It isn’t a partial rose
in bloom while withering
It isn’t a flower at all
In full. Completely.
A garden of dirt
No seeds. No growth.
It’s a soul deserving of love
Abandoned by breath
A heart without beating
I am deprived of you
Of your touch
Your lips on mine
Saying good morning or
Instead of saying goodbye
I want that to be our forever
To change the rules of life
To be deprived of loneliness
I’ve become accustom to
But life trumps love
And dictates every move
As you thrive 2,000 miles away
While I strive to make it through
And I do
Deprived of what I want
Despite having all I need
That’s right I don’t
but I want more than ever
All I’m lacking
I feel like I have lost an entire year
but gained my entire future
Give me green and set me free.
Lakes and trees and leaves.
Oregon born and Oregon raised…so many happy places to see
So many places to be.